two poems for frances..then came Frances treading aimlessly on the blasted ground - the green trampled by Her Grace the branches of withered trees resurrected, bowing at Her feet awed by this lost wanderer, perhaps dazzled by a startwo poems for frances
a ghosts romancetomorrow i wake up a ghost in your flesh nothing in between this hollownessa ghosts romance
intangible. never feel your caresses. my shadow unseen on the wall. i shudder at the thought but i will be okay..
i want more than to be dead to you. you kill me slowly slowly
how i wonder at small miracles as my hand passes through you you pass through me that was love. unquestionably
yesterday i opened my eyes a ghost in your flesh a stranger you once knew a man you once kissed close your eyes ill be your dream
awkward silenceAwkward silence With the absence of yesterday still raw in the deep recesses of recent remembrance they sway against each otherawkward silence
bodies shyly numbered with muted kisses
still entranced by eyes wide as pools of eternal longing, intoxicated by breathing in her sighs the exchange, he sweetly acknowledges passes not unappreciated
encumbered with the weight of a hundred kisses and softly teased by the faintest of whispers playing across his skin, smile set firmly in place- the exchange is sorely missed
her kisses pass swiftly
as the summ
swanSWANswan
i shall say to you a hundred words and though you may forget a shall speak of them nonetheless
and see what they beget
of silken threads and obsidian strands you shine long flowing streams that ne'er break nor wind
of porcelain fragility you are unblemished; unmarred harmoniously, undeniably a paragon uneasy to discard
your wings gracefully intact unfolded at a whim unfettered, unfluttered radiating as you sweetly swim
irrevocably you twinkle like the starry night your smile unquestionably
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